This morning, Lilly pulled her usual trick of putting her front paws on my thigh and looking at me beseechingly until I pushed back from the desk, then jumping into my lap, where she sat sphynx-style, leaned against me, and buried her head in the crook of my arm. It's amazing how good I've become at typing while she does that. Entire chapters have been written around the purring water hazard that is my Siamese.
Lilly can recognize the opening themes to The West Wing, Haven, Fringe, and Doctor Who; any of these songs will bring her running, as she knows they're a guarantee that I'm about to sit still for an hour. She hasn't learned to read yet, so she doesn't bring me those specific DVDs when she's trying to encourage me to spend some time on the couch, but she brings me other DVDs (and a much wider assortment now that she has Alice to help her get things down). Again, disturbingly smart cat.
Lilly is sweet, friendly, and relatively calm most of the time, which means she doesn't get as much "air time" as Alice, who is much pushier (and puffier). But Lilly is one of the best cats I've ever known. And yes, she's named after Lilly Kane.
I just felt the need to share that.
August 20 2010, 21:23:55 UTC 6 years ago
They appear to think being within 12" of any of us is optimal. All three of them withing a yard? BONUS. Doing anything but being kitty loaves of purring? Nope.
But they don't want the beds, the couches, the chairs - unless we're already there. (And this includes the bouncy bouncy five year old.)
You got me. Two years ago, I'd be lucky to see them in one place to get tuna together.
August 24 2010, 14:51:59 UTC 6 years ago